This is a song about "Weather"

Whatever weather, cold or warm

Could make the eyes of the blind perform

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

Always on my own ass pressurin, rain hail sleet weather in,

Tolled by the weather that manifolds, you consoled.

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

I'mma do this fast or weather if the beat is slow

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Life's like a weather station,

A sweater containing heat in cold weather,

Look, i just want to make you better

Sorry if i seem impaired, but i've been a bit under the weather

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyoare you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever

In any weather i'm never better your boy's so hot

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk